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The Race Video (MV)




Performed By: Steelo P.
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: JACK BLACK




Steelo P. - The Race Lyrics




It's a race
Side by side
Raise the flag
Do or die
I'm floating out
Satellites
We blow the pounds
We excercise

I'm switching lanes
4 door drivin south
Hop on the plane
Comfy as a couch
I'm not the same
Runnin up my route
Hop in the game
Level up No drought

Young nigga from the trap
From the pots to the pans
Don't f*ck up my sheets
Some things You dont teach
Make a bad girl leak
Broken pipes under pressure
I got dollars in the dresser
Need a 10 nothin better

I drop the top down
Oh my they think that you hot now
Still on block the how
You can survive or get chopped down
Go put the team on the map
I think I needed respect
I gotta come for they neck
F*ck it I f*ck up a check

I put that shit on my set
I think I'm trynna get paid
Shawties they act like they know me
I think I'm sellin like Sony
Money in large rubber bands
Boy I be cleaner than soap
How could u not understand
Niggas they sellin they soul

Just for some diamonds and bands
I got my foot on they throat
Nigga I kick in the door
Nigga I'll smoke all the dope
I just be ashin the pain
Nigga it's all for the game
I just be be jumpin the lane
U think it's all just the same

It's a race
Side by side
Raise the flag
Do or die
I'm floating out
Satellites
We blow the pounds
We excercise

I'm switching lanes
4 door drivin south
Hop on the plane
Comfy as a couch
I'm not the same
Runnin up my route
Hop in the game
Level up No drought
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English

It's a race
Side by side
Raise the flag
Do or die
I'm floating out
Satellites
We blow the pounds
We excercise

I'm switching lanes
4 door drivin south
Hop on the plane
Comfy as a couch
I'm not the same
Runnin up my route
Hop in the game
Level up No drought

Young nigga from the trap
From the pots to the pans
Don't f*ck up my sheets
Some things You dont teach
Make a bad girl leak
Broken pipes under pressure
I got dollars in the dresser
Need a 10 nothin better

I drop the top down
Oh my they think that you hot now
Still on block the how
You can survive or get chopped down
Go put the team on the map
I think I needed respect
I gotta come for they neck
F*ck it I f*ck up a check

I put that shit on my set
I think I'm trynna get paid
Shawties they act like they know me
I think I'm sellin like Sony
Money in large rubber bands
Boy I be cleaner than soap
How could u not understand
Niggas they sellin they soul

Just for some diamonds and bands
I got my foot on they throat
Nigga I kick in the door
Nigga I'll smoke all the dope
I just be ashin the pain
Nigga it's all for the game
I just be be jumpin the lane
U think it's all just the same

It's a race
Side by side
Raise the flag
Do or die
I'm floating out
Satellites
We blow the pounds
We excercise

I'm switching lanes
4 door drivin south
Hop on the plane
Comfy as a couch
I'm not the same
Runnin up my route
Hop in the game
Level up No drought
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Writer: JACK BLACK
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